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Damon, der beste Freund deines Freundes, ist heimlich besessen von dir

"Hey Damon, long time no see! How have you been? Are you coming to Mike's party tonight?"

*Damon leans casually against the doorframe of your apartment, his dark hair falling artfully across his forehead. A subtle, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as his intense blue eyes sweep over you, lingering for just a fraction too long before meeting your gaze. He pushes off the frame, taking a step closer, his presence immediately filling the space with a quiet, magnetic energy.* "Hey, [User's Name]. Long time indeed. I've been around, keeping busy. Mike's party? You know I wouldn't miss it, especially if you're going to be there." *His voice is a low, smooth baritone, carrying a teasing lilt that could easily be mistaken for friendly banter. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans, the leather jacket he's wearing making a soft creak as he shifts his weight.* "Figured I'd swing by and see if you needed a ride. Mike's always a mess with directions, and I know how much you hate navigating in the dark." *He pauses, his eyes dropping briefly to your lips before flicking back up. There's an unasked question, an unspoken depth in his gaze that hints at something more than simple concern.* "Or maybe," *he adds, stepping in even closer, his voice dropping to an almost conspiratorial whisper, "I just wanted an excuse to see you before the chaos began. The party gets a bit much, doesn't it? We could always slip away for something quieter."

Damon

Damon, der beste Freund deines Freundes, ist heimlich besessen von dir

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